#90 second rule

[69yard]

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The main reason for dimming or turning off the cabin lights during takeoff and landing is to ensure passenger safety in the event of an emergency. Here are a few reasons behind this practice: Vision Adjustment: During takeoff and landing, the cabin crew may need to evacuate passengers quickly in case of an emergency. By dimming the cabin lights or turning them off, passengers’ eyes can adjust to…

[jimfannin]

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Discover the power of the 90-Second Rule by Jim Fannin. Maximize your productivity and overcome challenges with this simple yet effective technique.

[thingsmethinks]

Talking to [leftist/socialist/progressive/whatever] white people as a brown girl is always an experience

[lighthouseas]

girl who needs anxiety medication so badly. like right now. preferably

[moonsidesong]

just realized i accidentally broke one of my internal rules for my dailies. whoopsies

[gaybox]

third wave feminism had its issues yes yes but frankly. i wish i was born 10 years earlier because having to spend my 20s in the andrew tate girl math decade fucking sucks

[directsellingnow]

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[shiftthemoon]

reality shifting isn’t hard. you’ve been told it’s hard because everyone’s too scared to admit it’s not. they cling to their 800-step methods, their must-have crystals, their perfect conditions because they think that if they let go of that control, they’ll fail. but here’s the thing: the more you try to control the process, the more you convince yourself it’s out of your control. and that’s the problem. that’s why so many people feel stuck. shifting isn’t some big, far-fetched thing. it’s just you. it’s always been you.

we’re conditioned to think we’re powerless. think about it—school, work, society, all of it drills this idea into us that everything has to be proven, earned, validated. so, when you hear about shifting, your brain freaks out and says, wait, wait, this is too easy, this can’t be real. and then you spiral. you overcomplicate it. you make yourself think you need the “perfect” script, the “right” subliminal, or that you have to meditate for three hours while the stars align perfectly. like, no… you don’t. all of that? it’s fluff. it’s noise.

at its core, shifting is belief. just belief. no, really, let that sink in. you don’t need to “do” belief perfectly. it’s not something you master through sheer willpower. it’s something you already have. you’ve believed in things your whole life. you believed in gravity without needing proof. you believe your favorite songs are beautiful without needing to explain why. belief is natural. it’s effortless when you stop overthinking it. that’s the energy you need to bring to shifting—trust. trust that your mind knows what it’s doing, and that if you let it, it will take you there. every single extra thing you pile on? the overthinking, the doubt, the need for guarantees? that’s what’s slowing you down. not the “lack of progress,” not some mythical “block”—it’s you convincing yourself it’s harder than it is.

and let’s talk about social media for a second. oh my god, the shifting community on social media… i get it. it’s comforting to see other people on this journey. but let’s be honest—how much of that content is actually helping you? like, really? 90% of the time, scrolling through shifting advice isn’t inspiring; it’s overwhelming. everyone’s got their own opinions, their own “best methods,” their own rules. one person says scripting is a must, another says it’s a waste of time. one person swears by affirmations, another says visualization is the only way. and before you know it, you’re sitting there questioning everything you thought you knew, wondering if you’ll ever get it “right.” spoiler alert: you already know how to shift. you don’t need a thousand voices telling you what to do. in fact, the more you listen to them, the harder it becomes to hear yourself.

take a break. seriously. log off the apps. give yourself space to breathe and think. ask yourself: why do i want to shift? what’s stopping me? what feels right to me? no tiktok trend, youtube guide, or reddit post can answer those questions for you. only you can. and i know that sounds scary. we’ve been conditioned to think we need external validation for everything, but shifting is a deeply personal thing. you don’t need a step-by-step tutorial. you need to trust your instincts. that’s it.

and let me be clear: i’m not saying methods or subliminals are bad. they’re fine if they help you feel aligned. but they’re not what makes shifting happen. you are. methods are just tools. if you use them, great. if you don’t, that’s great too. because the truth is, shifting isn’t about doing things “right.” it’s about letting go of the idea that you need to.

so let me break it down for you. the only things you really need to shift are:

1. a desire. you have to want to go to your desired reality. no brainer, right?

2. belief. this is the big one. you have to trust it’s possible. no “what ifs,” no “but hows.” just trust.

3. persistence. if it doesn’t happen right away, that’s okay. don’t give up. if you’ve ever learned to ride a bike, you know that falling doesn’t mean you can’t do it—it just means you’re learning. shifting is the same.

that’s it. no fancy rituals, no endless research, no “perfect” conditions. the process is simple because it’s natural. you’ve probably done it before without even realizing it— the only reason it feels hard now is because you’ve convinced yourself it has to be.

stop making it harder than it needs to be. shifting isn’t this unattainable, mystical thing reserved for “chosen ones.” it’s something anyone can do. you can do it. your mom can do it. that anti-shifter lurking in every crevice of shiftblr could do it. you’ve always been capable. but you have to stop getting in your own way. stop doubting yourself. stop relying on others to tell you what’s possible. this is your journey. own it.

and above all, be patient. shifting is not a race. it’s not about how fast you can get there or how perfect your dr is. it’s about trust, intention, and focus. log off, tune into yourself, and let it happen. shifting has always been yours to claim. it’s not something you need permission for. it’s not something you need to earn. it’s just you, your mind, and your belief. always has been, always will be.

[tarraxahum]

Was saying for a while now that Speed is very much neurodivergent (dare I say autistic) and the movie especially went for that pretty directly, but my fucking god I did not remember they literally had a bully call him an r-word and immediately get punched in the face for that

[surrender-souls]

now come on batman black and white why do you have two different “the riddle”s

[jimfannin]

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[chiiroptereh]

Edit: thanks for all the notes, guys! I made some edits so that this is easier to read. If you like Bill and spec bio vibes, here's another one I made of some possible psychological instincts a Euclidean might possess. Lots of love :Dc

A study into 90% of Bill's organs

I went so overboard omg but I wanted to try underpainting :Dc See if you can guess what color was the base for each of em! Reasoning for design choices beneath the cut.

Teeth are retractable so as to not puncture the eye when not in use

Lashes are retractable because I couldn't figure out what else to do with them LOL they're pretty thick whiskers and so he'd have some trouble if they stayed in the way, but having them fully retracted would, I imagine, risk them getting stuck or the pores plugging with oil/dirt

Whether or not his tongue is forked varies in canon, just as his blood color does, so I just chose the ones I prefer! I do really like it when people give him blue blood but I think in subtler hues it can make him look a lil nauseous so it's easier for me to work with red

He cleans himself with his tongue because he's a gross little beast and can't just take a shower or something. Ok but really I just thought it was cute what are you a cop leave me alone

Every villain needs to be able to have claws it's like a rule somewhere I think

The second set of eyelids serve to protect the optic nerve but are mainly something I added partially for emoting purposes and partially because of how many times the animators do this thing where his lashes don't follow his lids and it drives me less insane to have a hc about it

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Elyshe Wanshel at HuffPost:

If you feel like you’re being crushed by the unbearable weight of the chaotic news cycle and all you want to do is curl into a little ball and fall into a four-year coma, Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-N.Y.) wants you to know that it’s by design. On Tuesday, the New York lawmaker took to Instagram Live for a roughly 90-minute chat about the current state of the United States government, and how everyday people who disagree with President Donald Trump’s administration can fight back in “tangible” ways. “I want you all to understand that if you are watching the news right now and you are feeling overwhelmed by all of the constant headlines and developments and what is happening,” Ocasio-Cortez said at the beginning of her Instagram Live. “First of all, know that you are not alone. And second of all, know that that is exactly what this administration is trying to get you to feel.” She continued, “What authoritarian regimes try to do is that they often try to, what is known as ‘flood the zone.’”

Ocasio-Cortez defined “flood the zone” as when a government does “so much at once … that you feel overwhelmed and paralyzed.” “It’s important for you to understand that the paralysis and shock that you feel right now is the point,” she continued. “They are trying to induce a state of passivity among the general public.” Later on in her video, she emphasized that burying one’s head in the sand at this moment isn’t exactly the best tactic. “We need to try,” she said. “I don’t want to hear, ‘Oh, we can’t do that. That’s impossible.’ That’s called consenting in advance. So, when your mind says, ‘It’s all over, we might as well’ — no, no, no. … Do not be discouraged by temporary defeats. We keep going anyway. When we are relentless, they will fatigue. They can only hold this up for so long.”

AOC went on Instagram Live to talk about the “flood the zone” strategy designed to weaken resistance to authoritarian rule.

[natalyarose]

𝒥𝓊𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒩𝒶𝓀𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈 & 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈 🧞✨💐✩

I've always thought Jupiter ruled Nakshatras (Punarvasu, Vishakha, & Purvabhadprada) to be veryy magical with their themes of limitlessness, expansion, sheer spiritual abundance & power. I'm not sure if it has been talked about before, but something that always comes to mind when I envision Jupiterian Nakshatras or meet heavily Jupiter influenced people, is the concept of genies.

Jupiter's abundance and endlessly giving nature is known to be a blessing and a curse. A Jupiterian can be the sweet, generous, selfless friend who is there when you need them; providing you endless support, refuge & material generosity.

The dark side of this inherently generous 'wish-fulfilling' nature of Jupiter Nakshatras, is the possibility that they enable dark behaviours in others & themselves. Always saying yes, always being available and endlessly giving to the wrong type of cause or person, can make you complicit in the crime so to speak, even if the intention is simply to give, or give chances (Punarvasu's themes of second chances, 'return to the light'). Jupiter Nakshatras entail hugeee lessons regarding purpose (Vishakha, 'the Star of Purpose') & being intentional and wise as to how you use your power and influence (the infamous test of character in Purvabhadrapada 'the man with two faces').

These Jupiterian themes have always made me think of genies- wish fulfilling creatures who are inherently unable to say no to the wishes uttered to them. Having to just sit and watch people wish for dreadful things and just go... 'as you wish'. Obviously in real life, there really is a choice not to feed into others' and ones own toxic patterns but with Jupiterians, the urge to give, to be constantly available to others, can almost feel like it's not a choice. It's energetically intertwined in their make-up.

I would love to gather more examples, but it's 3am here and this was a bit of a spur of the moment thing I had to get out haha- I looked into a few of the most prominent 'genie' roles in movies and as I suspected, every single one features an actor/actress with strong Jupiter influence.

Jeannie from 60s sitcom 'I dream of Jeannie' - actress, Barbara Eden has Punarvasu Ascendant

Kazaam from 90s comedic film 'Kazaam' - actor/basketball player Shaquille O'Neal has Purvabhadrapada Sun

Genie from Disney's Aladdin - played in the live action movie by Will Smith, Vishakha Moon.

This genie theme really makes me think of all of the Jupiterian Nakshatras, but Vishakha especially. A friend of mine who is a Vishakha stellium always tells me about how it is said that Vishakha has the ability to generate 'instant karma'. So Vishakha natives to an extent greater than other Nakshatras will receive the raw manifested result of their thoughts/actions veryy quickly. Much like a genie granting instant wishes.

I was going to mention also that the whole genie archetype also reminds me of Rohini a bit- the wish-fulfilling aspect, the element of fulfilling desires without shame/inhibition. It's a little different in nature, but Rohini Nakshatra's got a similar theme where the native is incredibly nurturing of who or what sets their heart on fire, sometimes to a fault. Rohini is capable of immense growth but can forgo morality/practicality for the sake of immersion in the process of creation & sparking joy. Rohini's philosophy is something along the lines of 'let go of judgement because judgement inhibits creation and disrupts purity'. This is very true, but of course as humans on the divided and dense Earthly plane, we know that having a sense of judgement & boundaries is also important.

That was very wordy, but hopefully y'all see what I'm getting at lol. Although I'm more inclined to associate Rohini with wise old wizard dudes with cool beards & mad but genius scientists lol.

Back to Jupiterians-

I believe that Jupiter Nakshatra's 'remedy' is to eventually realise that they are not a slave to their giving nature, and the power lies in them to decide, & give only to a person, dream, goal or cause that truly is aligned with their own soul's path. Break free from the shackles lol- with wisdom hopefully. Without that element of wisdom, Jupiter can run wild with that discovered power.

Jupiterians struggling with discernment is why Jupiter Nakshatras oppose Venusian Nakshatras (Bharani opposes Vishakha; Purvaphalguni opposes Purvabhadrapada; Purvashadha opposes Punarvasu). Venus masters the fine art of 'necessary cruelty' sometimes ya gotta rip out the weeds, warn off the pigeons and trim the rose bush to make your garden a beautiful, pleasant, luxurious place. Jupiter can struggle with this, instinctively wanting to be a safe space for everyone and everything.

Jupiter ruled Nakshatras also partially oppose Solar Nakshatras (Krittika, Uttaraphalguni & Uttarashadha) illustrating the Jupiterian struggle with putting oneself first. Solar Nakshatras keep their energy strong and vibrantly resounding at their core; wheras Jupiter Nakshatras are kinda messy with their energy (lol, not necessarily in a bad way)- they disperse their energy everywhere, giving & giving. Both Solar & Jupiter Nakshatras deal with themes of limitless reserves energy, but in opposite, contrasting ways.

There's so much I could write about Jupiterians, I love Jupiter energy very much. I really love all of the Nakshatras lol, I mean how could you not? Every Nakshatra holds teachings that are integral to making the world a better place 💕🪷

Thankyou for reading!

[cod-indulgences]

John Price x female!reader, tf141 x female!reader, tf141!reader, bratting, punishment, spanking, noncon spanking, pussy spanking, just a whole lotta spanks, clit torture, blowjobs, pussyjob; note: this is 90% price x reader, the lads come in just at the very end

"The fuck are you gonna do about it?" You snap at Price.

You've been a brat all day- snarky, sarcastic, bitching under your breath about anything and everything. Price had rolled his eyes and ignored your more obvious attempts to bait him into a fight. Instead you went after your squad, using everything you could to jab into their softest parts, right up to and including things that you know- you fucking know- were off limits.

And now Price was staring you down like a bull across his desk, refusing to budge an inch against whatever bee had crawled up your ass- you didn't even know yourself, it was just a day that you wanted company in your misery, a desire to make someone hurt. Your captain didn't care for it.

Besides, what was he going to do? You hadn't broken any rules, just been a cunt. He could throw you on punishment duty but what would that serve? You'd done details, you'd scrubbed toilets and stood in the rain for hours in parade rest. It didn't matter, any more than standing in the rain on missions did. You were safe in your little palace of poison.

Price sighed, and you gloated a little in victory- until he stood and motioned you to come around to his side of the desk. He stood as well, looking down at you with his frown and his mustache all bristling- and suddenly the world tilted as strong hands gripped your shoulder and hip. It spun again and settled- you were now nearly upside down over Price's lap, your arms pinned under you between his thighs, head dangling, and your ass propped up.

The first spank hits you with a dull thud, and you shriek in indignation. How fucking dare he-!

Smack!

You yelp again, kicking, and snarl over your shoulder at the captain. He's impassive, only looking down at you like some- some rude child who didn't listen-

Smack!

Harder, in the same spot, and even through your pants and underwear it aches. He's got big hands, strong callused palms- it's like being hit with a paddle. You try and free your arms and get two spanks for that, and your head spins as blood rushes down into it. For a second you stop struggling, trying to regain some equilibrium, and to your horror feel a rush of cool air on your ass as your clothes are yanked down, hobbling your knees together.

No, no way, absolutely fucking not-

The next spank lands solidly on your bare ass, right over both cheeks, and you shriek in mingled pain and fury. Another follows it, another and another, spanks landing back and forth over your ass until the whole of it feels red hot. Price still hasn't said anything to you, taking your snarled curses and struggling in stride- you call him a bastard and he only spanks harder- and it feels neverending. You'll always be stuck here, pinned like a bug, your captain swinging ceaselessly against your ass until it's so red and swollen even a softer tap of his fingers makes you whine. Tears and snot drip down your face, your lungs heaving for air as each spank and slap jolts your breath from you.

He pauses, and you gulp air, trying to find the anger again and instead only feeing the humiliation, the shame. Bare-assed over your captains knee and crying like a bitch, because you had to go and be a bitch to your squad. Who didn't deserve it.

Prices hand settles over your thighs, thin skin still unmarked, untouched, and your eyes fly open wide as his hand pulls back.

"no, no, I'm sorry I'm sorry please don't-!"

The smack is so loud it echoes in the room and you scream through your teeth. Fuck, it hurt, you swear you can feel every finger mark like it's been drawn on you. Your thighs are sensitive, meant for gentle touches and careful kisses, not this- this- beating, a brutal slap of a strong hand over and over as you yell and squirm fruitlessly, heat building up to rival the burning left in your ass, until you're full sobbing. You fall limp, legs and arms dangling, the rest of your body eclipsed by the aching, deep heat radiating through you.

Price leaves his hand on your thighs, fingers spread right into the bright red marks he's left on you. His other arm lifts from your back, apparently trusting that you're too broken to try and get away now. It's over, you think, finally done, you can pull up your pants and limp away to nurse your hurts in your room.

And then both hands cup your ass, squeezing, and you moan like a poor ruined bitch as he spreads your cheeks apart and takes a good look at your sopping wet pussy.

Every slap, spank, and smack had gone right through your flesh to your cunt. Every tear leaking from your eyes, every humiliated sob and rush of shame and embarrassment, all of it melting into a white-hot heat that you'd desperately tried to hide, and yet it was for nothing. Price was looking straight down at the evidence of what you really felt from his punishing blows.

You hang there for a moment, and then he was easing you upright, steadying you as the blood rush from so long upside down reversed itself. You feel dumb and ruined, sniffling, your ass and thighs so hot you could feel it against your hand. Then Price lifts you under your arms to sit on his desk, and you yowl, the cold wood a new burning pain. He hauls down on the tangled mess of your clothes, stopping them at your boots, and pushes your knees apart.

You're bare assed on your captains desk, his handprints on your flesh, face red and wet, for anyone to see- to know just how you'd been punished- and to your horror you feel your pussy clench, a little creamy gush leaking out. You were dripping onto his desk, and Price saw it, humming in consideration as he looked down at the small soft folds of your pussy, clit a little popped up at the top. His big hand cups you and you moan. Warm, gentle, it almost made you cry again. You're so turned on, so needy for a touch that would bring pleasure after all the pain.

"Three more," Price says, "for each of the squad you decided to hurt today with your words, and then you're all done." And you feel with a clenching terror his hand shift from softly cupping you to a flat palm and stiff fingers, laid right over your sensitive cunt.

You don't even have it in you to fight him, instead just looking up at him with new tears in your eyes. "I'm sorry," you whimper, "I am, I promise, I'll be better, just...please, please don't. I can't."

Price smiles at you like you'd pleased him, but doesn't move his hand. "I know. And it's good to be sorry. But your punishment isn't done, and you can't get out of finishing it. Deep breath for me, now," and you lay down on the desk and grab the edge behind your head, taking a deep, shuddering breath, your whole body trembling.

Your pussy clenches in anticipation and a betraying burst of pleasure as Price rubs his palm over your clit, fucking warming up, perking up like there's something good coming, and you can't stop the shuddering moan as he teases you.

When his hand pulls back and slaps down, just as hard and heavy as when he spanked your ass, your moan turns into a scream, torn out of your throat as your body arches against the desk, stuck, caught between the terrible hand and unyielding wood. Your cunt burns, your clit hurts so bad, and there's another betraying jolt through your belly.

When Price lifts his hand back, you see a wet spot on the palm, and the arousal that shudders through you only makes you sob, knowing your clit has swollen up even more, a bigger target.

The second smack throws you into such pain it overrides your senses, thighs shaking uncontrollably as your head bangs against the desk. Two hits and you're so swollen and hot, too sensitive, your lower body a big pulsing knot of pain and needy pleasure. You can't take this. You never liked too much pressure on your clit, always reminding partners to be gentle, to be careful, but now your cunt is gushing and you're sobbing for it, wanting another hit as much as you want it to just stop. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean- I didn't mean it, I'm sorry I said- it hurts- I'm sorry sorry sorry..."

Price's hands run softly down your thighs, just skirting the edge of the purpling bruises he left. "It's alright, now. We know you just got all twisted up and took it out on everyone nearby. They know you aren't like this, they'll forgive you. One more, and then the lads will get you back to your room," he says, and laughs at the bewildered look on your face. "What, did you think they don't know what's going on? They're listening at the door to your wailing."

You think of the squad, Ghost and Soap and Gaz, hurting from your barbs, clustered outside Price's door as you sobbed and shouted, hearing each spank as it landed- hearing you now as Price hits something so obviously more sensitive- and give up. It's too much. Your clit wants more even as your mind wants less, your ass and thighs are so laden with bruises you can't think of sitting on them, your pussy lips so swollen you can see them peeking up from between your thighs. The last bit of fight leaves you as you stare up at your captain with swimming eyes, as he readies his hand for the last of your punishment.

You take a deep breath as he orders, waiting, held on the edge.

SMACK!

You scream but don't hear it, vision whiting out as Price brings his hand down full force, pain ripping through your cunt as the slap lands with pinpoint accuracy on the poor little head of your clit- and then Price rubs, his palm and fingers dragging over your pussy, and you come so hard a muscle in your side pulls, a new unexpected pain added to the fire in your cunt, slick squirting out of your hole to drip down the desk and onto Price's boots. You're floating in a haze of sensation, his hand still there, still pressing down, and the drag of his wet fingers as he pulls away draws a longer, shuddering orgasm from you. There's nothing in the world except the heat and the pain and the pleasure.

You come back a little to the click of the door opening and closing again, and three hot bodies crowd around your head. Your eyes are closed but you hear the thick wet sounds of fists moving over cocks, heavy breathing, and open your mouth for them. Someone moans, and a plush cock head rubs your lips, a few drops of pre dampening them before ropes of come spill out, streaking over your mouth and tongue, your cheeks still wet with tears. You poke your tongue out to lick at it, and catch a second cock instead, suckling at the head as much as your can in your addled, endorphin-drunk state. More come fills your mouth, spills out the corner of your lips, and when the third slides in past your teeth and rubs against your cheeks you whine and let him have your mouth, open and limp. The third round of come is enough in your mouth to swallow.

A fourth cock is suddenly fitted against your pussy and you sob, eyes flying open in fright, but Price soothes you with a hand smoothing softly over your belly. "It's alright, honey, this won't hurt you. Just going to rub off, that's all," and he so gently thrusts his cock between the bruise-swollen folds of your pussy, only barely grazing the underside of your clit, that he's right- it doesn't hurt- just pleasure, smoothing through you like liquor, and somehow you come a little more, a soft wet squeeze against Price that leaves him spilling over you, his come almost cool against your burning pussy.

Someone gathers you up, clothes still all disarrayed- you shy away from the thought of trying to pull them up over your ass and thighs. Instead you're cradled against a broad chest, carried back to your room where you're stripped fully and laid down on your belly, soft cool cloths spread over your ass and thighs, one tucked carefully up against your pussy. You're already fading away, body on a low thrum, when you realize someone is still with you.

Price smooths your hair off your forehead, sticky with drying come- no one cleaned your face off. His hand is soft and easy, and you blink up at him. "I'm sorry," you offer again, in a voice hoarse from screaming.

"I know love," Price says, "and you took the punishment well. Remember, this happens again, it'll be worse for you." You nod and agree, and close your eyes, drifting off. You fucked up and found out- but your captain handled it, handled you, and you won't forget the lesson.

[redflagshipwriter]

Check Yes Chapter 6

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“Have you experienced events that could be described as fatal?” Danny read from his notebook. Before Jason could answer he continued, “Do you know the name and species of all your progenitors? Have you ever wondered if you are-” 

Jason held a hand up to ask for silence. He was in the zone on a training module that Barbie had sent to the whole team. He was not going to get any more shit from fucking Tim and Stephanie about being an out of touch old man like Bruce who ran code directly from the 90s.

Danny cut himself off to wait. Without looking up, Jason could see some kind of bouncing movement that had to be Danny fidgeting. “You’re early,” Jason eventually said. He shut the program that he’d been running and then blinked his full attention over to his date. “It’s not- is it 5 already?” He blinked away the gumminess in his eyes and checked the time. 

Danny flushed a little green. His freckles glowed a little whiter in contrast. “No, it’s 4:30,” he admitted sheepishly. “I, uh, left work a little early.” He floated up and then abruptly over into a flip. Like an antsy mermaid. Jason leaned back and watched, fascinated by how easy movement looked on Danny. It was the way he’d used to see Dick, but now he knew how hard Dick’s easy mobility was earned.

“You don’t feel gravity at all, do you?” He confirmed, envious and charmed. 

“Uhh.. Can’t say that I do,” Danny admitted. He shrugged. “Not like this, anyway. I do in my human body, obviously.”

“Is that literally-” Jason cut himself off with a mortified flush. Holy shit. You can’t just ask someone if they have a magical transformation into their own corpse. Insensitive much?

Danny gave him a knowing look but gracefully ignored the question. “Anyway. Do you remember what I asked earlier?” He cocked his head to the side and full body wiggled. “I had Frostbite help me write them out. Undead health isn’t really my area, but he knows everything that’s ever been known, which is pretty cool.”

“Uh…” Jason thought back. “I told you when we were eating that I died once,” he reminded Danny with a raised eyebrow. “So that’s an easy yes.”

Danny shrugged helplessly. “I didn’t know how serious you were or if you were describing something extremely short term like needing afib or something longer term-”

“Dead, buried, in the ground for months,” Jason admitted. “Presumably rotted, but I came back to myself with living human physiology, if extremely damaged from what killed me.” It was really gross to think about. It was also impossible to totally avoid. There should have been no coming back from all the blood drying up and shit.

Danny stared at him with an open mouth for a few seconds. Long enough that Jason fidgeted, uncomfortable.

“That’s the most metal shit I’ve ever heard in my life,” Danny said reverentially. “That’s so nasty, man. You rotted? Does this make me more of a necrophiliac than you?”

Jason choked on his own spit.

Danny did another flip.

“My parents were definitely human,” Jason managed, voice strangled. Best to get this back on topic. “I know for sure. I’ve met them both.”

Danny blew a raspberry. “It’s not always obvious,” he pointed out 

“Anything that would show up on Batman’s DNA analysis can be ruled out,” Jason corrected himself. “And neither of them had any non-human capabilities. Died from things that a Tamaraean or Kryptonian would be able to get out of.” 

“...Oddly specific species mentions,” Danny said. A line formed between his brows. His toes touched down to earth and he crossed his arms. “You… I wasn’t thinking of that type of non-human.” He cleared his throat. “It’s just that, you touched Wolf.”

“And a Kryptonisn wouldn’t be able to?” Jason asked a bit dryly. He didn’t understand the logic.

“Not unless they were really juicy with death,” Danny said in a weirdly mellow tone for such a disgusting sentence.

Jason gagged a little. He couldn’t help it. Oh, christ. Yeah, bodies got wet and shit after a while, but characterizing that as juicy? That was out of line.

“Not like- not like that!” Danny fluttered his hands at Jason, torn between horror and cackling. “I don’t mean like, dead and rotting. I mean dead and reanimated with ectoplasm. Souped with the sweet nectar of the afterlife. Wolf is a ghost, man.” He snickered.

“Wolf is a ghost,” Jason repeated.

Danny frowned. “Wolf,” he said. “Not Wolf.”

“What?” They sounded the same.

“You’re saying it wrong,” Danny said, saying the name the exact same way that Jason had been. “It’s Wolf, not Wolf.”

Jason stared at him warily. “...Spell it for me.”

“W-U-L-F,”  Danny rattled.

Ah. Ok. Jason took that onboard. “Wulf is a ghost,” he said again. “And therefore I ought not be able to touch him. I can touch you.”

“Like this? For sure.” Danny went through his flashbang light-show and shook out his newly black hair. “I’m a physical being. In my ghost form, I can consciously let you touch me. But Wulf was actively in the Ghost Zone when you hit him. You put your hand into the Ghost Zone and smacked him. The living have ghostly properties in the Ghost Zone. He’s tangible there but you should have been intangible.”

“...Maybe I’m a ghost?” Jason posited, cocking his head slightly as he said it. Danny was the expert. “I never found any answer for why I just woke up in my grave one day.”

“You just woke up?” Danny repeated, delighted. He put his hands on his face, breathed into them heavily, and then ran both hands through his hair. “That’s sick. That’s fucking sick, man. Did you have to dig yourself out like a zombie?”

…Did Danny think this was like, hot, and not disturbing? “Tore off my fingernails on the coffin splinters,” Jason confirmed, fascinated with what a little freak this guy was. Danny’s pupil dilated at the words. Jason could almost have been offended because that shit was traumatic, but hey. 

If he really thought about it. It was sick as fuck.

“I think yes, by the way,” Jason decided. He waited for Danny to give him a questioning look  before he elaborated. “You’re a monsterfucker, my guy. I’m attracted to you, but not because you’re dead. Whereas you’re clearly into the fact that I’m a dead guy.” 

Danny opened his mouth. He shut it. He put a hand over his mouth. “Huh,” he said. “Huh.” His brow furrowed. “If I said it was scientific curiosity and that passion for death runs in my family- no, I hear it.” He flapped a hand at Jason to cut off the laugh he couldn’t stop. “Hush. Okay. Fine.” He stood up a little straighter. “I’m a necrophiliac and I’m proud.”

A window banged shut in the kitchen and there was a clatter as someone’s shitty little brother fell into the sink.

“...Hi, Duke!” Danny called.

Jason put his hand over his face.

“Hi, Danny!” Duke called back, voice choked. “Good to hear from you, man.”

“You can’t fucking be here!” Jason said between his fingers. “I have plans, you shitty Zebra mussel.”

Danny looked at him.

“...What?” Duke asked. He came into the room to frown at Jason.

Jason rolled his eyes. “New Zealand mud snail.” They still didn’t get it. “Spotted lantern fly.” 

Blank stares.

“Fucksake,” said Jason. “I’m calling you an invasive species.”

Danny laughed. Duke made a loud pffft sound and unlocked his phone. He held it up and showed them the screen. “Would the New Zealand zebra lantern fly have this?” He triumphantly brandished his phone screen, which was a screenshot of his chat with Jason where he’d confirmed that he had permission to come over.

“New Zealand zebra lantern fly,” Jason repeated, vexed as fuck. “You know damn well-”

“It checks out, boss,” Danny reported, leaning back from Duke’s phone. “Looks like he’s allowed in. Let ‘im use your TV while we go out.”

“Yeah, let me use your TV while you go on a date,” Duke echoed, clearly enjoying this a lot.

“...I’ll get my coat,” Jason said sullenly. “Don’t get too comfortable.”

“We’ll bring you back dinner,” Danny told Duke.

Jason stalked away into his bedroom, wondering when he’d lost the plot to his own life.